Cuttlefish That Loves Diving

In this latest work by Lord of the Mysteries author, Cuttlefish That Loves Diving, be prepared for a well-thought out and detailed apocalyptic, cyberpunk world with a setting superseding Lord of the Mysteries!
Our protagonist, Shang Jianyao, is crazy—literally crazy, at least that's what the doctors said. Living in a huge, underground building of Pangu Biology, one of the few remaining factions in this apocalyptic wasteland known as the Ashlands, he acts in unfathomable ways that's head-scratching, comical, and shrewd. So is he really crazy? Probably.
He has a grand dream: to save all of humanity.
Intricately tied to this dream is something everyone in the Ashlands believes in: Deep in a particular ruin buried away by danger and famine, a path leading to a new world awaits. To step into the new world, one only needs to find a special key and open that certain door.
There, the land is bountiful, as if milk and honey flows freely. 
The sunlight is dazzling, as if all coldness and darkness are washed away. 
The people will no longer have to face desolation, monsters, infections, mutations, and all kinds of dangers.
There, children are joyous, adults are happy, everything is fine as they are supposed to be.
Every Antiquarian, Ruin Hunter, and Historian roaming the Ashlands knows: That's the New World.

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The jeep drove along the bumpy road beside a tall cliff before arriving at a valley.

In the valley, a clean stream emitted a clear sound as it happily flowed forward, moistening a large piece of fertile land.

It wasn't considered deep, and it was even a little shallow. The Old Task Force's jeep could drive over the pebbles at the bottom.

The road was cut here and connected a distance away to the other side. In the middle stood a small settlement made of steel frames caked in mud bricks.

On the settlement's high perimeter walls, a few men in the Salvation Army's black uniforms held semi-automatic rifles, assault rifles, and other weapons as they stared at Jiang Baimian and the others with sharp gazes.

In the farmlands that surrounded the stream, men and women in military uniforms were working.

In the passenger seat, Jiang Baimian nodded slightly, knowing that this was a military border stronghold.

Ding Ling